Sleepwalkers.  The world had become full of them, he had become one himself.  Living day in and day out, chasing the American dream, checking off each item from his To-Do List as he completed each task.  Every time he put a checkmark in the box, he felt a small sense of accomplishment, but was he really achieving anything?  He had big dreams and ambitious goals.  He had created a system to accomplish them all and followed his system religiously, but somewhere along the way, he lost sight of what he was doing.  What the hell am I doing this for?

         Chris looked down at his lunch; a bland chicken breast with brown rice and sun-dried tomatoes, then he looked around at all the patrons in the trendy little bistro, eating the same bland shit, acting like they were doing themselves – and everyone else around them, so much good.  What the fuck are we ALL doing?  This can’t be the way.

         Chris’s mind started to race, all of his dreams, all of his goals, what was the purpose?  Did they even make any sense anymore?  He put his fork down next to the book he’d been reading, “Self-Improvement for the Truly Ambitious,” and sat in solitude.  His breathing became slower and slower, his mind started to settle, like a snow-globe after being shaken up.  He began to feel calm and at peace with himself.  He slowly closed his eyes and sat there in the darkness of his mind, drowning out the noise of the bistro, going within and allowing himself to come to complete stillness.  A beautiful sense of calmness came over Chris’ Mind, Body, and Soul.

         God, the Universe, or whatever the hell you are, or whoever the hell is responsible for this physical world I’m experiencing; I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore.  My life doesn’t make sense.  Nothing I’m doing makes any goddamn sense!  I need help.  I need guidance.  Please?

         When Chris opened his eyes, he noticed a little old man sitting across the table from him.  What the fuck.  The old man smiled gently at Chris, a twinkle in his deep blue eyes.

         Chris stared blankly at the old man, perplexed.  There was something very familiar about him like he knew him from somewhere, but he knew that he had never met the old man until Now.  “Do I know you?”

         “Not yet, but you will…eventually,” replied the old man.  “Now, how may I help you?”

         “Excuse me?!?” said Chris with a quizzical look on his face.

         “Weren’t you just seeking guidance from ‘…whoever the hell is responsible for this physical world…’?”  The old man sat staring, waiting on Chris to respond.

         “Well, here You are!” the old man said, breaking into a huge smile. 

         “You’ve been sleepwalking again, haven’t you?  And Now, you’re trying to wake up!  Well Chris, consider me your fucking alarm clock!”

         Chris sat there dumbfounded.  What in the living hell is going on?

         “Life, my boy!  Life is going on!  It’s going on all around you and all you have to do is wake up and LIVE IT!”

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